Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.